Poem -
The gelded stallion
Gelded now I am
remembering meadows where I ran
but new masters have a plan,
though weep I shall not
Humble I may be
surveying all the eye can see
all eunuchs for "equality",
though anger I shall not
Heavy lies the heart
wondering if I played a part
in this death of alpha art,
though fret I shall not
The eyes they do gaze
though the mind starts to pray
fearing stupor from the daze,
though flinch I shall not
Reflective are my thoughts
to the battles that were fought
greater glories that were sought,
though regret I shall not
Right now alone I stand
heroes sinking in the sand
masculine in a foreign land,
defiant I sure am.
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Sorry for my rude intrusion. Just wonder what the ending line could be, nonetheless pinned this good piece!
Another look says to me you penned this way
Awww...poor boy!Ā I had a pony stallion once. He was just amazing. I trained him to voice command and he was the best pony I ever had to teach the kids to ride. He was even placed in a pony club class for Best Pony Club Pony. The judges said had he been a gelding they would've placed him first. In the end I had to have him gelded as the land we rented for the riding school had building permissions applied for. If I had to sell up the ponies all needed to go to good homes. No one would be able to take on a stallion as no livery places will take them.Ā
Great poem and a very unique subject matter. At one point I thought this may have been about a war horse x
I cherish empathy!
Very clever poem here! I love the word play, just seemed to drag me in for some reason. I enjoyed it a lot. All the best and kind regards. The Fish of the Sea